Page 57 of Runaway in the Mafia
“I think… I’m… going… to… come.”
A groan emptied from my throat. “Damn right you are. Let me see you shatter,baby.”
And she combusted right beneath me. It was like watching a fireworks show. No. It was like being right in the middle of it. It was perfect. She was fucking perfect. She lit up and pulsedaround me. A low, throaty moan spilled out of her and ran like electricity along my cock. Heat rushed along to her nipples, and her body stiffened in my arms. Inside her, she clenched around my cock. I didn’t even realise I’d stilled until her hazy gaze focused on mine.
“Guess what?” I rasped.
“What?”
“I’ve got a new addiction.”
Her skin flared hot beneath me. “Now hold the fuck on, because I need to see you do that again.”
“Again?” she whimpered.
“Again and again and again.”
I pulled her down and wrapped her sexy legs tighter around my hips. One hand holding them and with the other holding onto both her arms clasped above her head, I went at it.
Fuck she was good. So good. It was like someone had discovered the recipe for all my weaknesses and poured it into one. I didn’t care about anything other than coming. Right now, right fucking inside her. My cock pulsed and throbbed. Her bouncing tits and her throaty moans egged me on. The next time she came, I made her come all around me, milking my cock dry. I decided right then and there. I was never going to tire of this fucking show. Ever.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
AHANA
Ihad sinned. At one point, when he’d just plunged inside me, the pain had almost made me want to rip his head apart. Then it melted. And what I’d felt before he’d dived into me returned. And magnified. It was devious. Delicious. Extremely addictive.
There was no other reason than that as to why I’d just come like a full-blown hurricane. Not once, but twice, wrapped around his thick, pulsing erection.
I couldn’t help myself.
His words, his eyes, his hands. He only had to direct one of them my way, and I was gone. All putty in his presence.
I didn’t know what I had expected. I’d never done this before. The one time I did, it had been forced on me. Used as a vessel to battle his rage. His frustration.
But this was different. I’d never done it like this. Definitely not with a thick, loaded gun like the one he possessed. But it wasn’t this. This obsession of his. He clawed at me and took me like I was his salvation or something. It was wild. Uncultured.Absolute caveman behaviour. One an intelligent woman like me shouldn’t condone. One someone running from a past like mine shouldn’t succumb to.
But I wasn’t the one who pulled away from him. My ankles were still locked tightly around his hips. My hands were still clutching onto his hair. Even if guilt clawed restlessly, satisfaction languished in my body. For once, I wanted it all to be about me. There was nothing that said it more than when this man devoured me.
The tanned God resting on me had other ideas. He pulled himself out and sat up. Leaving me behind with a hollow emptiness that I yearned to have filled. My eyes were like magnets and dropped instantly between us. His erection was still red and swollen. Glistening with slickness. Not even completely limp. I wasn’t used to any of this. Experience lacked, but something nagged at my brain when a stream of wetness trickled out. But I wasn’t given the time to ponder when he curled his hands on my ass and lifted me off the sofa.
This man. He handled me like a paper doll. “What are you doing?”
He was already halfway to the stairs. “Taking you up.”
“Why?”
He halted, a frown forming on his forehead. “To fuck you, of course. You didn’t think this was a one-time bang, did you?”
I didn’t think. That was the whole point.
He took two steps and jerked to a stop. “I agree.”
“What?”
He shoved me against the textured wall, bound my arms, and pinned them above my head.
“Too fucking far.” And he slipped in, this time slowly, a thick inch at a time, gaze pinned on me like a hawk.
